Chapter 97

A diner in a small town.

Daylon walked into the establishment, taking in the atmosphere. He took a seat in the corner and was approached by a waiter.

A boy with a small stature.

He was covered in bruises. Seeing the look in Daylon's eyes, the waiter quickly covered the bruises and spoke up.

"May I take your order?"

"Can you give me some soup and bread?"

"Okay."

As he watched the waiter depart, he casually scanned the place. There was an owl-shaped statue and a tattoo of an owl on the proprietor's neck.

'It's just what Redin said.'

A village made up of members of the Magnes Organization.

According to Redin's information, beyond this was the Fire Ants' stronghold, and this place stands as a sentry to safeguard it.

*Step!* *Thump!*

At the sound of footsteps, he swivels his head.

The owner, with a tattoo across his neck, approached and shot him a menacing glare.